The Lazt Letter Is Juzt The Beginning

December iz an eventful month. Practitionerz of zeveral religionz gather together. They celebrate their beliefz. They celebrate their friendzhip. Their affection. Their love.
The dayz reach their zhortezt duration, and then begin to grow longer again.
The year endz.

Heady timez.

But the really big event makez them all pale in comparizon.

Beanz on Toazt.NOT a birthday dinner. But not a bad breakfazt.

Becauze on thiz day, one of the coolezt bloggerz ever to grace the ‘zphere.

Yu got some splainin to do EG! What a wonderful birthday post! You & Hotspur have made this absolutely the best birthday I have ever had!!!! AND hubby didn’t forget – he offered dinner out but due to a tummy bug I elected to stick close to home & we had pizza in. He even remembered & got me a small cheesecake (first time he remembered cake in 15 years!) I made him put a candle in it for me to blow out. I didn’t make a wish though because all my wishes came true when I met you & the rest of this wonderful blogging community! I can never say enough thank yous!

Okay, I’ve tried a couple of times to join your merry band and WP keeps spitting me out, but hey – no better time to try than on your big day! And a Happy Birthday to you, sir, as you reach that annual day of remembrance just 16 days ahead of yours truly! So, from one guy who get hosed because his birthday was too close to Christmas, to another guy (whose birthday also happens to fall directly between my sister’s and my father’s), here’s hoping you have a wonderful day, and a great year! (And I’ll be expecting a drive-by from you in a little over two weeks – deal? 😀 )
Now, if only WP will co-operate…..

I love Bean sandwiches. I don’t bother with toast, I use freshly baked bread with lots of butter, and hot beans poured over the bread. Yum. Now at 10:09 in the evening, I am preparing a bean sandwich for my nightly snack. Due to the side effects of the sandwich (I couldn’t be the beans), I may have to sleep on the couch, but it is worth it….oh by the way, Happy Birthday! Hope you had a chance to spend your entire day with the love of your life. That is how I love to spend my birthday (which is now past and I am not looking forward to the next one, as it will be number 50)

Laws, yes. Military regulations, no. Hence it’s status as a military staple. Or at least it used to be – I gotta check with Brainrants and see if maybe THAT’S the reason the Afghanis hate us so much. 😉

The real hoot is, what one army views as horsecrap, another army views as manna. The Brits traded their “bully beef” (imagine a leather shoe sole, salted) for German sausage during WW1. We got entire Pacific island populations hooked on Spam. But the funniest was WW2 – the Germans had a so-called “iron ration”, a hunk of dense, fortified chocolate that was only supposed to be consumed in an emergency (you could be shot for having eaten it at any other time). By the end of 1944, we had so badly mauled German infrastructure, the troops were eating bread made with sawdust. So the Germans would trade their chocolate for the British bully beef, which even the Aussies couldn’t stand, and the Germans thought they were getting the better end of the deal!
(This excerpt from “101 Disgusting Things From WW2” brought to you by yours truly, purveyor of military and science-fiction esoterica for over 4 decades. 😀 )